Mr Finleyson and Gilbert stared at each other in disbelief. Martha became excited, her little, black beady eyes full of mischief and fire! She started to screech and rock back and forth violently, trying to break free from Mr Finleyson's death like grip. He turned to Gilbert and said, "I don't know how much longer I can hold onto Martha." He then looked Gilbert squarely in the eyes and said, "The shit is about to hit the fan. Run for cover!" Both of them and Martha siddled towards the car park. They beat a hasty retreat through the turnstile and ran to Mr Finleyson's Land Rover, parked right at the front, close to the turnstile. Mr Finleyson opened the door and got in, setting Martha down on her cushion. Gilbert opened the back door and got in. Mr Finleyson turned in his seat and said to Gilbert, "What about my hens in the holding pen, in the tent near the registration area?" Gilbert said to him, "Don't worry, they should be ok. Everyone who is competing in the hen category will have their hens in the hen tent. If you want me to go and cage them up and bring them back while you stay here with Martha. I will go now if that will put your mind at ease? I don't mind. I will be happy to go and get them." Mr Finleyson said to Gilbert, "Thank you Gil, I really appreciate your offer but I don't want to put you to any trouble." Gilbert replied, "It isn't any trouble Oliver, it will only take me ten minutes at most." Mr Finleyson replied, "Go ahead then, I would feel better if they were safely back in the Land Rover with us!" Gilbert then opened the back door and got out and headed back towards the turnstile, leaving Mr Finleyson with Martha. The turnstile was only around fifteen feet from the Land Rover. Gilbert disappeared through it. Mr Finleyson sat and waited with Martha. After around fifteen minutes he saw Gilbert emerge carrying one of the cages. He set it down on the ground and went back for the other cage. He emerged with the second cage a minute later. Mr Finleyson felt relief. He got out of his 4x4 and went to give Gilbert a hand carrying one of the cages. They both walked back to the Land Rover, each carrying a cage with the other hens. They put the cages in the back of the vehicle. Mr Finleyson fed and watered the hens before shutting the tailgate. He also fed and watered Martha before getting back in the Land Rover.